For a while the steady splashing of the fish sounded like the uninterrupted music of a distant woodland waterfall.

Suddenly it ceased as if by magic.

Not another trout rose; the quiet was absolute.
"Is not this stillness delicious ?" she breathed.
"It is sweeter when you break it." "Please don't say such things....

_Can't_ you understand how much I want you to be sincere to me?
Lately, I don't know why, I've seemed to feel so isolated.

When you talk that way I feel more so.